[center][b]Sue[/b][/center]

She remembered the song all the well, and soon enough they were in all sorts of intertwining and positions of embrace, grace and elegance. Had Phoebe cut Sue’s hair recently, the effect of her sex appeal would have been lesser than what it was. Midst dance, she felt Anthony’s pulse and it indicated his heart beating faster to keep up with the rapid, sharp turns of endurance and flexibility, but perhaps there was a deeper connotation to it. 

At one point, both of them were dipped and Sue took the opportunity to breathe in what Anthony smelt like. It was partially cologne, and partially his natural body odour. It was a kinky smell. She bit and nibbled on Anthony’s neck for a second before pushing the two up. She was mindful not to step on the cute little white tiger, but even he was dancing along. 

She outdid herself by splitting in between Anthony’s legs, dragging his torso down with her, forcing him to look at her eye-to-eye. She strenuously brought herself back up and placed her arms around his shoulders. She made sure that Anthony was craning down as much as possible for her. 

Then she brought her hands right at his face and signed: [i]“I’m hungry.”[/i] She smiled mischievously.